You tentatively creep along the murky alleys of Grophtown, gripping a basket tightly against your side. Your breath is shaky and your legs tremble. Your clammy palm is the only guide through the misty roads. Coming across a small archway, you decide to rest your wings and sit down on the aged stone. As your ears adjust to the quiet medley of the town, you begin to be lulled by the silence. Suddenly you're awoken by the slithering of a tail to your right. A muffled song comes soon after, and you struggle to decipher it. You close your eyes again to help focus, and the melody becomes clear. When you open your eyes again, you find a pair of bright golden orbs staring directly back. You start to scream, scared by this haunting stranger, but your voice is cut short by his gloved hand.
Since that night, grophs have heard reports of a masked groph with a red cape and golden eyes wandering the streets every night. He hums the same tune, with young little grophs skipping by his side.